Full Moon Thoughts
Front porch steps and cigarettes
Tripping on a full moon
The exstacy felt nostalgic
Feeling lost
Binging on bad habits
My skin felt torn between worlds
So many questions feeling unanswered
Things we never want to talk about
Taste like butter on my tounge
I lost so much weight
Feeling hollow and unsatisfied
I licked up crumbs to feed the beast
In moments I destroyed myself
I wanted to scream
Punching glass seemed like a good idea
Fractions of memories ran through my
head
Bitterness felt gritty on my teeth
I wanted to pour salt in the bath water
Choking on lies
Grasping on illusions
Suddenly realizing Rome is burning
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